Day Eight

In his element. Apropos then that it should be in the PopOdyssey tulip pants, no?

How happy does he look? He looks pretty darn blissful. I love that when he's performing, nothing else exists but making the moment perfect. That focus, that ambition, that drive to please others with what he loves doing is absolutely magnetic.

Experiment by Rhys

You wake up and you realise you are a slave. JC sighs in his sleep, and there's blood on your chest, where his mouth has been open against you while he dreams. That's his side effect, and you've begun to wonder: what's yours?

Are you gonna bleed from the inside, too?

This story should be on the fandom's required reading list. It's not JC-centric, but every time I think of it my heart aches with just a bit of the profound sadness I felt when I first read it. Truth be told I haven't gathered myself together enough to do it again, but it is a poignant, smart, and compassionate piece.